Chapter 1046 How Wise
The prefect bowed and said, "If the commander has no further instructions, I will take my leave."
"Wait a minute."
Fu Dong tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingertips: "A reminder to you, sir. After half an incense stick of time, the families of the various mansions will get wind of the news."
The prefect's eyes gleamed: "Please give me some advice, Commander."
"I will seal the cell as soon as I get back to the yamen, and will close the door to visitors tonight."
The female commander's black cloak rustled in the night wind. "If you want to have some peace and quiet, you might as well find a secret place to hide away for a while."
Cold sweat broke out on the prefect's forehead.
The complicated connections between the aristocratic families behind these playboys and the eldest princess's thundering methods clashed fiercely in his mind.
Finally, he bowed deeply and said, "I will personally go to the court to report the case. I hope the commander can pass it on to Your Highness."
Watching the people from the government office disappear around the corner of the street, Fu Dong turned around to look for his companions, but saw that Jiang Xiaoan had been surrounded by two beautiful women.
Xiyin's slender fingers touched the shoulders of the scholar in blue shirt, and Shuying's crimson shawl was wrapped around the jade belt around his waist.
"Master Jiang!" Before the two girls finished their sweet voice, they suddenly felt a chill on their backs.
When they looked up, they met Fu Dong's half-smiley gaze, and hurriedly took three steps back. His stern eyes were like a poisoned dagger, and the pearls on their temples trembled in fear.
Jiang Xiaoan took the opportunity to get away, straightened his wrinkled clothes and smiled bitterly: "Miss Fudong, since you dragged me into this mess, you should be responsible for the aftermath, right?"
The woman in black sneered and turned around, her brocade boots with silver cloud patterns stepping over the messy ground.
When Jiang Xiaoan chased out of the painting pavilion, he saw the dashing figure in the moonlight on the long street had already walked half an arrow away, and only a cold voice floated in:
"If you can't get back to the princess's residence before 15:30, you will have to explain to His Highness yourself."
Fu Dong suddenly stopped at the porch, and Jiang Xiaoan, who was following behind her, almost bumped into her back. He staggered back two steps before he could stand firm.
"I'm sorry!" He touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, but saw that the other party didn't even turn back.
"Is the air fresher outside?"
She stroked the drooping willow branches with her fingertips, and the night dew condensed on the thin leaves.
Jiang Xiaoan took a deep breath, and the scent of plants and trees floating on the bluestone slab diluted the strong smell of powder in his memory: "That's right! The incense just now made me dizzy. Next time I have such an assignment..."
"Return to the mansion and report."
Fu Dong interrupted his complaints, the moonlight flowing on his arrow sleeves with silver cloud patterns.
"I'm going to see the princess too?"
"The first meritorious service tonight must be rewarded in person."
When she turned around, the ends of her hair brushed across Jiang Xiaoan's shoulders, bringing with it a faint scent of pine ink.
The young man suddenly grabbed her sleeves and said, "Wait! You said the Imperial Hospital's pharmacy..."
Fu Dong's eyes rippled: "Are you anxious now?"
She looked at the other person's eyes that lit up instantly, and remembered that half a quarter of an hour ago this person had vowed that he would not ask for any reward.
When the crisp sound of horse hooves rang out in the night, Xiao Zhan was taking the third sip of cold tea in front of the gilded candlestick.
He pinched the edge of the book into wrinkles, but the man on the couch was still pulling his sleeve and shaking him gently: "The last half chapter..."
"Change the script?"
"It makes me sleepy."
"A round of hands?"
“It’s no fun to always lose.”
"How about playing the piano?"
Jiang Xue, wrapped in fox fur, rubbed against his knees, with her golden hairpin entangled with the jade pendant ribbon.
Xiao Zhan looked at the clock and hoped for a savior. At this moment, he actually hoped that Fu Dong and his companions would encounter a few more waves of assassins on the way - as long as no one was really hurt.
Jiang Xue's eyes flashed with a sly smile. Seeing that the other party took it seriously, she decided to stop while she was ahead. She tapped the piano table lightly with her fingertips and said, "As you wish."
Xiao Zhan's heart finally settled down, and he quickly placed his treasured Jiaowei Qin on the table.
While tuning the strings, he caught a glimpse of the girl with her chin in her hand, concentrating - this girl learned the piano from Jiang Ke when she was young, but gave up after only a few months, but now she pretends to be a good pianist.
The sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips. It was clearly the nursery rhyme he composed to lull her to sleep when she was a child. Now, under the moonlight, it took on a different charm.
Jiang Xue held her chin up and looked at the profile in the light, and suddenly felt a long-lost warmth in her heart. From childhood to adulthood, this figure had always been within her reach.
Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence, and Fu Dong's clear voice came from the corridor: "Your Highness, Master Jiang has come with his subordinates to report."
The moment the piano music stopped, Xiao Zhan quickly took two steps at a time and pulled open the door bolt.
After Fu Dong has finished reporting his mission, this little ancestor should finally go to bed quietly, right?
After listening to the report from the leader of the secret guards, Jiang Xue glanced at the jade gourd on Jiang Xiaoan's waist and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, Mr. Jiang. Fudong will escort you back home."
This was exactly what Fu Dong wanted. Tonight, the young master of the Jiang family helped her out of an urgent situation. If he was allowed to return home alone and get ambushed...
While he was thinking, he heard the young man laugh loudly and said, "Your Highness, I will serve you tonight. Can I ask for a prize?"
Those eyes were surprisingly bright, and it was obvious that he was thinking about the rare medicinal materials in the Imperial Hospital.
"oh?"
Jiang Xue raised her eyebrows and glanced at the suddenly frozen leader of the secret guards: "I remember that the Imperial Hospital has just received a batch of century-old ginseng..."
"Let me choose?" Jiang Xiaoan asked anxiously. Seeing the princess nod, he immediately bowed to the ground in joy.
Fu Dong held his forehead and sighed. If he had known that this kid was so honest, he should not have used the Imperial Hospital as a cover to coax him back home.
Xiao Zhan coughed lightly at the right time: "It's three quarters past midnight. I'm afraid Madam Jiang will send people all over the city to look for you."
His eyes swept across Jiang Xue's slightly bulging belly, and he added, "Fudong, please escort her carefully."
After Fu Dong and Jiang Xiaoan left, Xiao Zhan gently stroked the tip of Jiang Xue's nose: "Xiaoxue, it's time to rest this time."
The usually lively woman nodded unexpectedly docilely at this moment: "There will be a commotion in the court tomorrow."
Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on the memorial. The aristocratic families were like the twisted roots of an old tree. If they wanted to shake this system that had lasted for a hundred years, who knows how many storms would be set off.
The thunderous methods she had acquired during battles made her fearless of open and concealed attacks, but when her palm stroked her slightly bulging belly, a dark color flashed in her eyes.
If those old pedants were to vent their anger on their own flesh and blood... the mahogany desk suddenly made a slight cracking sound, and when I came to my senses, I found that the armor had been deeply embedded in the wood grain.
Her youth is destined to be able to withstand the auspicious clouds in the sky and the storms of this world.
Xiao Zhan stared at his wife's furrowed brows and felt a dull pain in his chest.
Since the day Jiang Ke passed away, he watched with his own eyes as the imperial peony shed its delicate petals and was tempered in blood and fire into a desert rose made of black iron.
People only see her majesty in charge of the universe, but they don't know how she turned her broken sobs into the morning bell of dawn in those moonlight-soaked nights.
His warm lips touched her brows: "I will go to court for you tomorrow."
“Does Yun Che know how those people framed my father and my brother?”
Her long eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow in the candlelight: "It is said that he is stupid and foolish, so he entrusted the government to a girl. But the foundation of this prosperous era was clearly built by my father and my brother who worked day and night for thirty years."
The armor scratched the golden thread of the memorial, bursting into tiny starlight: "I want the people of the world to see how wise the late emperor's decision was."
Xiao Zhan embraced the stubborn figure in his arms, and the sandalwood incense wrapped around the armor was cool.
The girl who first met on the city wall twenty years ago, who was chasing a white deer with her skirt lifted up, now has half the country on her shoulders.
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